The Sadies with Guest John Doe at Great American Music Hall, SF, CA
Now, this show was off the hook. My words will fail to do it justice as my eyes had most of my brain engaged, as so often happens. But, the band took the stage ready to rock San Francisco and in appropriate sartorial americana splendor. The show the night before had been intimate… lower key. This here was vintage, take-no-prisoners Sadies psychedlic surf cow grass madness. When John Doe, who had been lurking in the shadows side stage oh-so-tantilzingly song after song finally joined them on stage for Wrecking Ball, the overdrive I was looking for was thrown down full force. As John Doe shook his booty on stage during the bridge (causing me now to refer to him as the Ricky Martin of Cow Punk), I joined in the raucous, joyful, mad laughter all around me, in the audience and on stage. When he returned, unplanned it would appear from him wearing his glasses on stage (which I have NEVER seen before), he had to run side stage and grab Travis’s other hollow body and jump in up to his neck in the wall of fiery, rocking goodness. Of course, since Travis Goode is approximately a million feet tall, it did hang down nearly to his knees, but they all had a blast, and while the brothers Goode hit their trade-mark cross over, John Doe and Sean Dean (bassists both, you know) joined them in their own bass-on-guitar version. Go, men, go! Good for the soul that particular brand of madness, yesiree.